Chapter 691 Trivial Matters <TOC> Chapter 693 Vision and Freedom
Translator: SumTLMan
This is the difference in perspective.
From the height Iron Armor Granny stands at, the scenery she sees and the insights she gains are naturally different from Angel’s.
Therefore, Iron Armor Granny’s words just now enlightened him.
Iron Armor Granny: “It seems that your doubts have been resolved, but going to Dulmatin is not an easy task.”
Angel only got Dulmatin’s address from David, knowing that he usually stays in the laboratory of the Flowing Source, but he doesn’t know which one specifically. He originally planned to ask Iron Armor Granny, but seeing her solemn warning, Angel became a bit apprehensive.
“What should I do then? Wait for them to bring Baruba to me? By that time, he would have been injected with bloodline, had his thoughts washed away, and would be no different from a dead person.”
Iron Armor Granny: “Actually, if you meet Dulmatin, considering your Alchemist status and Sanders’ face, he is relatively easy to talk to. However, the area around his laboratory is full of traps, and you can’t get in at your current level.”
“The best way is to send a message for him to come out and meet you. However, once he is absorbed in his experiments, he basically doesn’t check messages throughout the year.”
As Iron Armor Granny said this, she pondered for a moment: “How about this, I happen to be free, so I’ll accompany you on this trip.”
If Iron Armor Granny goes, Dulmatin wouldn’t make things difficult for Angel, even without considering Sanders. However, this made Angel feel a bit embarrassed, but he didn’t know how to decline.
“If you really feel sorry, just come and accompany this old lady more often. You can also bring Toby along. I haven’t seen it in a long time, and I miss it.” Iron Armor Granny said with a smile, sipping her tea.
Obviously, Iron Armor Granny was doing this as a favor to him.
Angel whispered his thanks, and after thinking for a while, he took a Monument of the Strange Ring from his bracelet and handed it to Iron Armor Granny.
This Monument of the Strange Ring was originally crafted by Angel for Toby to play with. However, Toby had been playing crazily recently, and Angel didn’t have time to give it to him.
In any case, he gave it to Iron Armor Granny.
“What is this…?” Iron Armor Granny’s eyes were filled with amazement. The shape of the Monument of the Strange Ring, especially the Mobius Ring contained within, was full of intriguing implications. It seemed as if this one ring encompassed many incomprehensible blind spots in thought.
“This is called the Monument of the Strange Ring. It’s a little gadget I crafted. I hope Granny likes it.”
“Is this for me?” Iron Armor Granny played with it for a moment: “Could this be the Alchemy Illusion that has been widely rumored in the outside world?”
“It’s an Alchemy Illusion, but its purpose is for entertainment and leisure, to pass the time.”
“Do you mean to say that you think Granny feels lonely in the Iron Armor Fortress, and needs these things to pass the time?” Iron Armor Granny asked with a stern expression.
Angel hurriedly waved his hands, “No, not at all. It’s just… like a music box, meant to enrich one’s leisure time.”
Seeing Angel hastily trying to explain himself, Iron Armor Granny laughed, “Alright, I’ll accept this. I’m curious about what’s so fascinating about the Alchemy Illusion you’ve crafted.”
Angel felt relieved when Iron Armor Granny accepted the Monument of the Strange Ring.
Iron Armor Granny ordered the Iron Armor Fortress to head towards Dulmatin’s laboratory. The Iron Armor Fortress strode forward, crossing mountains and rivers. Inside, Iron Armor Granny was inquiring about some details regarding the Monument of the Strange Ring.
For example, she knew that the stone monument had a magical, cyclical nature and that the entertainment game inside was called Monument Valley. Moreover, she learned from Angel’s slip of the tongue that Sanders seemed to enjoy this little game as well.
However, what Iron Armor Granny was most interested in was the stone monument itself. She felt that the monument was intriguing, and that researching it further might lead to the creation of a new spell.
Iron Armor Granny didn’t immediately experience the Illusion within the Monument of the Strange Ring, as it took less than two minutes for the Iron Armor Fortress to cross the landscape and stop in front of a mountain range shrouded in blood mist.
“We’re here. This is Dulmatin’s otherworldly laboratory.” Iron Armor Granny said, as she and Angel exited the Iron Armor Fortress.
Upon leaving the enclosed space, Angel immediately smelled the strong scent of blood in the air.
The blood mist ahead was so dense that even the trees on both sides were stained a bright red color. However, these trees did not wither but grew even more robust. Within the depths of the blood mist, a few buildings were faintly visible, built around the mountain range.
“As you can see, this blood mist is all Dulmatin’s doing. That guy is a dissection maniac. While it’s true that he enjoys dissecting skulls, he’s most interested in dissecting beasts and creatures from other worlds,” Iron Armor Granny paused, “because humans aren’t worth his research.”
“It sounds a bit like…”
Angel’s words were interrupted by Iron Armor Granny’s laughter, “It sounds like the Karabians’s style, right?”
Angel nodded.
Iron Armor Granny continued, “The Karabians love to study biology, but Dulmatin is not a Karabit. He’s a pure-blooded knower.”
As she spoke, Iron Armor Granny gently released a light orb, which disappeared into the blood mist.
It wasn’t long before a path opened up in the center of the blood mist, and at the same time, a rather clear voice came out: “Granny, please come in. I’m in the middle of a crucial experiment, so I couldn’t come out to welcome you.”
Iron Armor Granny nodded to Angel: “Let’s go. The dangerous part is the blood mist, be careful not to get contaminated.”
With that, Iron Armor Granny took the lead on the central path. Angel hurriedly followed, and as they both entered, the blood mist slowly returned to its original state.
The path wasn’t long, but as Angel walked, he occasionally felt cold breaths coming from the blood mist on both sides, and could faintly hear the sound of some creature panting as it drooled.
When they reached the entrance of the laboratory, the blood mist behind them began to thicken again, obscuring the previous path and the horrors within the mist.
The door was unlocked, and Iron Armor Granny opened it, walking into the laboratory with Angel.
Generally, the center of the first floor of an alternate dimension laboratory should be a main hall, but this one was filled with various nurturing chambers, as if Dulmatin had transformed it into a place for experimental samples. Only in the middle was a round table and a row of backless high stools.
A cup of hot tea was placed on the round table, obviously prepared for Iron Armor Granny.
“Please wait a moment,” Iron Armor Granny said, sitting on the high stool and addressing Angel.
However, Angel was stunned in place, his eyes drawn to one of the nurturing chambers, or rather, the person inside it.
Angel slowly walked to the nurturing chamber.
Inside the transparent chamber, a naked man lay in a pale yellow liquid, his medium-length hair scattered in the water, his expression carrying a deathly serenity.
The man’s muscles were well-toned, but at this time they were covered in numerous stitches. From the unremoved sutures, it could be seen that he had been dissected not long ago.
“What’s the matter? Is he the one you’re looking for?” Iron Armor Granny asked as she walked to Angel’s side.
Angel silently looked at the man in the nurturing chamber, gently nodding his head: “Yes, he is Baruba.”
Iron Armor Granny looked over, her eyes showing a faint energy fluctuation. After a while, she sighed softly: “Indeed, he has half of the bloodline of an otherworldly barbarian.”
Pausing for a moment, Iron Armor Granny suddenly laughed: “With such a clear and pure bloodline and an equally clean soul, how could he be a spy from another world?”
“He’s not a spy?”
“Of course not. Even if spies are sent, they are mostly purebred humans. This kind of mixed-blood person with a clear and pure soul and bloodline is not suitable for being a spy,” Iron Armor Granny said.
“So, he’s innocent.”
Iron Armor Granny was silent for a moment before saying, “The only crime is that one cannot choose their origin, and it is impossible to go against the tide. This one crime, though not heavy, is enough to push him into the dark abyss.”
Angel sighed softly, “One cannot go against the inevitable.”
The will of the world has no thoughts, but it adheres to a principle: if something benefits the world, it supports it; if it harms the world, it repels it. The extreme sect’s methods may seem extreme, but they are actually beneficial to the world. Even if ten thousand innocent lives are mistakenly killed, as long as the right person is killed, it’s beneficial. As for the other innocent lives mistakenly killed, in the face of the cold and indifferent will of the world, it doesn’t really matter.
So, in the end, it’s pointless to argue about who is right or wrong. But if you take a stance, everyone is wrong. Even being born might be a mistake.
Right and wrong have always been a matter of perspective.
After a long silence, Angel looked at the dense stitches and whispered, “Am I still too late?”
Iron Armor Granny: “Not too late, as he was only implanted with the parasitic fungus bloodline. As for his thoughts…”
Iron Armor Granny looked at Baruba’s unscarred skull, “They haven’t been wiped clean yet.”
“But with the injection of the disposable bloodline, he has no future either,” Angel muttered quietly, “At least he’s still alive.”
As they spoke, footsteps sounded from behind them.
Angel turned around and saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the dark corridor.
“Good evening, Granny.” The newcomer bowed at a 70-degree angle with a hand on his chest, addressing Iron Armor Granny.
With a clear voice and elegant movements, he appeared like a butler of a noble estate, full of strict orderliness.
“Dulmatin, you’re here. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
The man was indeed Dulmatin. He was completely different from what Angel had imagined: the young man was not only well-mannered, but he also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of restraint.
But in the next moment, Angel felt that he might have been mistaken.
Dulmatin turned his head, looked at Angel, and hooked up a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, “Granny, is this the fertilizer you brought for me to deal with?”
Chapter 691 Trivial Matters <TOC> Chapter 693 Vision and Freedom